I have been caring, intensely caring, for awhile now. I cared with every fiber of my being. I have cared about everything. There has been no detail that has snuck passed my caring. Maybe I didn't act on each impulse of caring, but I cared, quietly, inside. I cared endlessly for years. Sleepless nights filled with caring. I'm a caring machine. My caring output is set to incinerate.

I'm exhausted. I'm all cared out.

I have decided to try and care less. I hope this will help in retaining more of my energy since it won't be put out there doing all this unnecessary caring.

So just the big ones…

Bills- You may be paid in less gentle fashion. I may toss you down the mailbox all willy-nilly.

Work- I may perform your tasks in a less zealous level.

House- I need you to know it's neither here nor there if you're cleaned really.

Time- I can dictate nothing to you. I'm simply along for the ride.

Other People- Expectations be gone. One of us will only disappoint.

Personal little ones…

Cancer/ Alzheimer's / Flesh Eating Aliment - We have never actually met.

Fitness- I'll get around to you, maybe. But I'll probably have another round and a smoke first.

Hair Cut- You'll probably grow out before I'm dead.

Yard- I may mow the lawn with fire.

*Blaine is exempt from the caring cutback.